25 Master and Disciple (1/2)
”Where did you learn such manners?” Catherine berates, ”Sit down and stop acting like a hussy.” She continues pointing to a chair. Elanor enthusiasm sunk as she moves to sit down.
”What if your mother found out about your antics?” Catherine says in a serious tone. Causing Elanor's eyes to go wide with shock, ”Mother doesn't have time to be looking in on me,” she rejects. ”Oh, you don't think she'll send someone to check up on you?” Catherine asks eyeing the young lady.
”I'm sure that she wouldn't want to step on your toes,” Elanor replies nervously. Catherine raises her eyebrow inquisitively ”Oh, you truly think you, can keep your, galavanting around a secret forever?” She continues with a kind expression on her face. ”What do you think she'll do when she finds out?”
”Mother will...” Elanor's says as her eyes dart around the room unsure. ”I wonder how long she'll lock you away for? Ten maybe even a hundred years?” Catherine nods in contemplation. ”Maybe she'll become your new master. Every day she'll teach you how to act like a proper lady. It will be good for you.”
Elanor panics nearly jumping out of her seat. ”Master don't joke like that! I've been actually training hard recently.” Catherine glares at Elanor who's eyes quickly look away avoiding her master's gaze. ”I've been thinking about studying hard recently. I need to prepare for the future after all.” She tries to persuade again taking a quick glance at her master. Catherine starts tapping on the arm of her chair. ”Um, well honestly... I've been thinking about... thinking about... thinking about maybe considering studying a bit.” She says stumbling through her speech. As she goes on her head sinks as if she was trying to hide behind her bangs.
If eyes could kill Catherines would have. ”So you can only consider studying if it's three times removed from you? That's the same as not having any inclination to study and you know it!” Elanor sinks her chin into her, chest while bringing her knees up to her, chest curling into a ball. ”But.”
Bang, Catherine stamps her foot. ”Enough of this, start acting your age and stop flaunting your self like a floozy. Have some respect damn it.”
Sighing Elanor pushes her hair back as she leans back in her chair returning to a natural sitting position. ”Give me a break. This is the only time in my life that I can let loose. I can learn how to heal at any time. You're a great healer, I know it's a boon to learn from you. Yet when will I be able to go without my family name following me around other than now.” Elanor leans forward looking her master in the eye. ”How can I gain experience if people are afraid to fight me?” Shaking her head she continues, ”no now is the only time I can forget image and gain my own victories. Is it so bad to wear these flashy clothes and celebrate my time of freedom?” She asks opening her arms to gesture at her clothes.
Catherine looks at the woman with compassion, ”I've never tried to shackle you. Nor will I start now. Still, it's helpful to know how to heal yourself a bit. It's saved me many a time. So consider studying a bit, okay?” She says kindly gesturing at her wayward apprentice.
Sighing Catherine rubs her forehead, ”alright enough of this. What did you come here for today? I already told you I wouldn't subdue that bull for you. Didn't you just say you wanted to win your own victories?”
”I wouldn't mind you putting that bull in its place. But that's not why I'm here.” Elanor explains waving away the notion. ”When I went for a rematch with the bull. I ran into something surprising. There was now a small village at the bottom of the hill.” She sighs with a face of frustration.
”Was your treasure already stolen then?” Catherine asks with a bemused smile. Elanor shook her head continuing her story. ”No, They were worshiping it as a guardian spirit. What a pain! Right?”